Soooo... I Kind Of Just Got Hit With A Big Project. I Have Twelve Replies Done And I Know I Owe MORE

Soooo... I kind of just got hit with a big project. I have twelve replies done and I know I owe MORE than that but I'm just gonna start my queue now and start playing more catchup once I'm in a better place. Thank you for your understanding !

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕ㅤ—ㅤ𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝑵𝑶𝑻 a puppy dog. In fact, this ' GUEST ' looked absolutely terrifying ! Even so much as a nibble from that beast's teeth would most certainly result in him losing a limb !

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤButㅤ—ㅤthe monster seemed to be CAPABLE of human speech. Maybe he was just another person from a planet he's not heard of ! Still, if that were the caseㅤ—ㅤshouldn't this have happened MORE often and he'd have been used to these canines several times taller than him by now ?

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤU - umㅤ—ㅤYES ? H - How can I HELP you ?ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ' CUSTOMER SERVICE FACE ' was really hard when you feel like you're about to jump out of your own shoes !

The land of Penacony, of dreams was a place that Hoolay had no reason for being. Not one single reason at all, and yet He finds himself here. prowling the dreams and acting as a spectre among the more normal sorts of people that dwell within the dream...

"Small child." he rumbles, uninterested in causing violence in such a glitzy place.

@indeliblepromise

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔 was an UNDERSTATEMENT. He could babble about his FASCINATION with that magnificent train that soared through the stars and his passion for the path of the TRAILBLAZE all day without even trying. But the man definitely held a keen interest in the surroundings. Once this tour was over, he would certainly be asking the Nameless a LOT of questions about their travels.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe couldn't help but BEAM with just a little bit of pride when the man would thank him. Sure, he always felt happy when the Dreamchasers rewarded him or said he did goodㅤ—ㅤbut it was a little DIFFERENT when it came to his quaint little hometown.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤYou're welcome, Mister Yang ! I'm really glad I could give you a good tour of my HOME ! It's small but we've made it work really well, I think ! ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤAt the question the man asks; the child stops and thinks. The Dreamweavers that helped shape Dreamflux Reefㅤ—ㅤwhat were they thinking when Dreamflux Reef and the Sweet Dream were created ? He was just a child that knew some of Penacony's historyㅤ—ㅤso he could only GUESS.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤWellㅤ—ㅤI believe Dreamflux Reef was actually created BEFORE the Sweet Dream. But I've been told too that Penacony and by extension, Dreamflux Reef used to be a prison for the Interastral Peace Corporation.ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤSoㅤ—ㅤI'd like to think that the Dreamweavers that made this place BETTER than that terrible prison wanted its people to be FREE and HAPPY ! Some of the people here don't like the Sweet Dream and think it's fake and capitalistic. I'm not really bitter about the Sweet Dream or anything but I guess that whole spirit of FREEDOM is still here and the people want to preserve that ! Is that what you think makes this place human ?ㅤ❜

That—hadn't quite been the reaction that Welt was expecting, though it made him smile all the same. The boy looked fairly young, perhaps too young to know of the former passengers they were looking for, though he couldn’t help but wonder... “I take it you’ve heard a lot about us?” 

Had to be the case. He was pretty sure that was an old Express pass the kid had fastened on his shirt. 

He left the thoughts for now, following behind and listening. And looking, of course, though Welt couldn’t help but note the similarities between some cities from back home. At least—the ones that seemed to carry a particular feeling when walking around. “I used to visit a number of cities back home that looked like this. People going about their lives, running their businesses—though between you and me, I think a few of them definitely could’ve been improved with a little shop ran by instruments.” 

Welt couldn’t help but reach to one of the bricks on the wall just to simply touch it. It was... curious, the feeling of harsh intention versus the saccharine makeup he had seen. And yet even now, despite limitations, there were still glimpses of something filled. Something built with intent. “Did the dreamweaver that made this place have a particular reason for wanting to create a location away from the Dream?” 

Perhaps that would explain the solid feeling of Intention versus the empty promises of satisfaction. Another little tap before he nodded to himself, turning to the boy. “Thank you, Misha. This place... it’s very human.” 

For the Welt of humanity, that was the highest compliment he could give. 

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤ' 𝑯𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒚 'ㅤ—ㅤ𝒐𝒉, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ! Hotel Sky Cloud alone was an entirely new experience for him; let alone places outside of Japan. It was obvious from the look on his face that he was definitely EAGER to learn more about the woman's birthplace and what it was like.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤBut . . .

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe boy frowns as he watches the woman CLEARLY struggle with the tools. Were they too heavy for her or something ? Either way, this simply WOULDN'T do. A gloved hand reaches out; offering aid to the woman.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤAre you SURE you don't want me to help with that, Miss Miran ? It's really no trouble ! I do stuff like this ALL the time !ㅤ❜

"Misha, you could never trouble me.", she spoke with gentleness lacing her voice, "You are part of our family and even if you were not, you can always feel free to ask for help whenever you need it.". Miran helped to carry some of the tools, pickung them up rather clumsily as she never even held them once in her life. Her father would always say to not get her hands dirty with such items, but she was never one to care whenever her parents didn't see it anyway.

"That's fine though. As said, we also have more bland food for those who cannot handle spice well. People in Japan in general don't seem to eat as much spice as we do in my home country.", oh, how she had hated the food back in her childhood before she got slowly used to it. It was one of the reasons for the existence of the more spicy variants of food.

She just couldn't miss out the spice for too long.

"You can start with that and slowly go to the spicier one, if you feel like trying out you know."

‧₊˚ ⋅ ꒰১ ᯓ ☆ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍'𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒐 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 on the mechanical dog. In fact, it would only run faster; as if hoping to lose the woman. Surely, a random woman couldn't manage to catch up to a machineㅤ—ㅤespecially if it was clearly built off of an animal already KNOWN for its running skills.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤThe canine doesn't stop; not until it reaches its presumed OWNER. With a small plop does the neatly decorated box of cake land on the ground before the child picks it up.

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤ❛ㅤThanks, Etoilé ! The packaging is REALLY pretty ! I bet the cake inside is even prettier ! It'd be almost a SHAME to eat it !ㅤ❜

˚ʚ ☾ ɞ˚ㅤ˗ˏˋㅤㅤHe didn't seem to take NOTICE of the other woman at all.

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No! What the hell was that thing? And why would it steal her cake like that? She hesitated for a moment, torn between the misery of knowing how much work she'd just put into baking that cake - and the fear at the fact it was a giant mechanical dog who'd been the one to take it from her in the first place. What was it with this city? So many strange things seemed to keep happening around her. Maybe she was cursed. Sighing, she hurried out from the shop and sprinted after the dog in question. "Get back here you dumb robo dog!"

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